My Five Times Abortion for My Husband Mistress’s Speciment

The one who's truly being deceived... is me. A notification popped up on my phone, reminding me of my surgery scheduled for the afternoon. Gerrald glanced at it, his brows knitting together in confusion.

"Honey, what surgery are you having?"

I quickly slipped my phone into my bag and smiled. "Nothing, just some spam. I understand everything you said—I understand you."

Satisfied, Gerrald kissed my forehead. "That's why you're my Honey. You always understand. I'll go entertain the guests first and then I'll come home to keep you company tonight."

Silently, I followed him, my heart weighed down with unease. But instead of heading back to the grand hall, he took a detour to the guest rooms upstairs.

Through the slightly open door, I saw her—Lydia—clad in nothing but a flimsy lace negligee. Her voice dripped with sweetness as she called out to him.

"Gerrald, why did you take so long? I've been waiting forever."

Gerrald hesitated, his expression flickering with uncertainty. "I think Jenny isn’t feeling well. Maybe we should skip tonight? There will be plenty of time after the wedding. I should go check on her first—"

Lydia hooked her arms around his neck, pressing her body provocatively against him. "Gerrald, are you really going to leave me all alone? It's been so long since we last did this... haven't you missed me?"

Her fingers trailed along his jaw as she whispered, "We're getting married soon. I want to give you a child. Tonight, you don’t have to hold back. As many times as you want... okay?"

A flicker of desire clouded Gerrald's eyes and in the next second, all hesitation vanished. He pushed her onto the bed, his restraint crumbling into nothingness.

The sounds that followed twisted like a knife into my heart. I couldn’t watch anymore. I turned and fled, stumbling blindly out of the hotel. The moment I hit the cold night air, nausea crashed over me in violent waves, forcing me to crouch down, heaving dry sobs into the pavement.

A sudden chill struck me. A bottle of ice-cold wine had been dumped over my head. Lydia stood above me, casually dropping the empty bottle, her lips curling in mockery.

"Jenny, are you some kind of breeding pig? Five stillborn children and you're still getting pregnant?" She crossed her arms, tilting her head. "Don't think I wouldn’t notice. That was pregnancy sickness just now. I study medicine—I know."

I stiffened.

She sneered, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "You actually think being pregnant again will make Gerrald love you? Don’t be stupid. As long as I say the word, he’ll take your child from you just like the last five. After all, I’m the one he truly loves."

Lydia pulled out her phone and held it up in front of my face. My breath hitched. Images of my dead children filled the screen.

"Beautiful, aren’t they? And guess what? This one in your belly? It’ll end up just like the others."

My vision blurred with rage. Without thinking, I raised my hand to strike her—but she was faster. She grabbed a shard from the broken bottle and slashed her own palm.

Blood gushed from the wound as she let out a piercing scream. Before I could react, Gerrald came running toward us. The moment he saw Lydia's bleeding hand, his face darkened with fury. He shoved me aside and pulled her into his arms.

"Jenny, what the hell are you doing?!" he roared.

Lydia clung to him, sobbing pitifully. "Gerrald, I just wanted to be nice and invite her in for a drink. But she—she said I stole you from her. Then she attacked me! Maybe... maybe she’s not stable after losing so many children..."

Gerrald turned to me, his gaze burning with cold disgust.

"I was the one who chose to marry Lydia. If you have a problem with that, come at me. What right do you have to take it out on her?"

I opened my mouth, desperate to explain, but his next words froze me in place.

"Lydia is a doctor. Her hands are meant to save lives. And you dared to harm them? How vicious can you be, Jenny?"

His voice was sharp, filled with pure contempt.

"With a mother as cruel as you, it’s no wonder every child you gave birth to was stillborn. That’s just your karma."